It’s been a week. A long, frustrating, draining, emotions-running-around-in-circles, week. A week where you could stand on a cliffside and scream into the void whilst confusing some mermaids.
This has become something of a bad habit. I think it’s a wonderful mix of the way social media works, the way Instagram keeps changing its stupid algorithm, and my own anxiety. It’s a strange cycle. Also please enjoy that throwing pose in Panel 6. Took me 30 minutes to get it looking something like… Continue reading Instagrammed
For the record, I didn’t. But the fact that the thought even popped into my head was really bizarre. And it still sometimes pops up when I look at the figurine…
…am I about to post 3 times in a week? Something I haven’t done in months? What black magic is this? In all seriousness, I have been on a drawing streak as of late. Hopefully I can keep it up. We’ll see! Also, Poe is a menace. Sorry, Lars.
This does happen, from time to time. My brain decides to tell me, “Why do you keep on drawing? You’re not even that good. No one actually sees it. You’re buried by the algorithm. You’re not even making money off of it. Why even try?” But then comes the question – what should I be… Continue reading A Heaping Helping of Not Helping
Might be time to throw in the towel, Abel.
Really trying to adopt this motto into my own life. I mean, there isn’t more that we can do except live one day at a time, right? Doesn’t do any good trying to live too far in the future. This is admittedly easier said than done, especially for someone like me, whose anxiety just LOVES… Continue reading A Chat: Answers
This right here is probably the core of my own anxiety: lack of control. Unable to do anything but watch everything spin wildly and wishing I could reach out and fix it. I would like to follow this by saying: I am fine. In this moment, I’m good. But I have had moments like this. … Continue reading A Chat: The World’s on Fire
Don’t worry, Dot. Pretty sure that the cicadas are all starting to die out, judging by the massive pile of dead bugs on our porch. And they have gotten quieter – haven’t been hearing that low alien drone as much recently. So it might be the start of the end. Is it weird that I’m… Continue reading Cicada to the Face
I dunno, Lars. Judging from how we were this past Sunday when our modem did decide to die following a power outage, it was a bit of a catastrophe. Also kind of sad.